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[NSFW] Wrong Place, Wrong Time | Steve x Bucky x Reader (Fluff, Angst)

Category: NSFW, Fluff, Angst (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Subspace, panic attack Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Reader Falls Into Subspace Mid-Mission Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 4,667

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The one thing that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes pride themselves in is the ability to make their girl completely submit to them, sexually, and make sure she comes back to reality afterwards. They treat their girl like a diamond that will crack at the slightest flick, but only they have the ability to toy with it without it shattering.

(Y/N), Bucky and Steve don’t have the most common of relationships, as you can imagine. The three couldn’t help it when they met. Steve and Bucky already had their relationship going on anyway, the bisexual captain knowing full well that he’d never be able to get over his love for Peggy, and one thing led to another and Bucky offered to be there for all of his needs. Then she came along and they were both in absolute awe of her. Her strength, compassion, kindness and understanding. Her beauty, her flaws, her attitude.

They became best of friends extremely fast. (Y/N) was a huge sucker for the boys’ relationship and always told them how adorable they were. They often went on their own missions together and it was pretty much them against the world. She was there for them when they had nightmares and vice versa, she looked after them when they were going out of their minds and always was the mediator of any petty arguments they had.

It was only so long before Steve and Bucky needed to talk about it

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okay but promiscuous! bubblegum bitch! student reader that’s trying to get one over on dilf! professor! Chris so while she’s meeting w him about school work during both lunch periods, he catches some runny pasta sauce from her mouth and instead of allowing him to clean it with his napkin, she just pops his thumb right in her mouth and sucks. full eye contact, innocent looking, running her tongue in circles around the digit, before kissing it when she’s done. yeah... he’s done for.

Ѽ spooktober day 6 Ѽ

this thought now lives rent free in my head...genie you genius

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: heavy daddy kink, age-gap

strutting into his office, skirt short and button of your blouse undone as you kick his door shut with your heel

“hello, professor.” you say, nearly giggling as you make yourself at home on top of his desk as he puts away a few papers he’s been marking

“what’s on the menu today?” he asks with a smirk, folding his thick arms over his chest as you pop off the container of your tupperware

“leftover pasta.” you answer, digging in as chris chuckles to himself

it’s become a routine for you to barge into his office, pretty much whenever, but you always have lunch with him

chris doesn’t seem to ever mind and you think he enjoy the company of a young and beautiful girl like yourself

it’s almost like a game to you, a sick and twisted one, but you can’t help that you enjoy it so much

chris stands up from his chair, growing to his towering height as he walks around his desk to where you’re sitting on the edge of it

“what’re you looking at?” you question with furrowed brows when you realize he’s been staring at you, trying to conceal a smile

“nothin’, you’ve just got a little...” he trails off, bringing his thumb to the edge of your mouth and swiping at the pasta sauce

“made a bit of a mess.” he adds, his voice lower and your heart is hammering in your chest as he slowly goes to remove his thumb from your mouth

but before he can, your hand wraps around his thick wrist, guiding his thumb into your mouth

gently sucking around his thumb, eyes on his the entire time as you let out a soft moan. his eyes are growing darker as he watches his now wet thumb leave your mouth with a gentle pop

“couldn’t let it go to waste.” you whisper, tone sultry and before you know it chris is standing between your legs with his lips slotted over yours in a needy kiss

“such a fuckin’ tease, you know that?” chris growls, pressing his crotch against yours making you gasp at the contact

“but i bet you wanted daddy’s thumb in your mouth, hmm? why else would you come in here every day, lettin’ me know just how desperate you are, if you didn’t want daddy to fix your little problem?”

you whimper, his hands now cradling your face as your nose bumps his

“oh c’mon baby girl, don’t get shy on me now. i’ve seen that smart mouth of yours at work, tell daddy what you need.” he purrs, beard running across your jaw as his lips pepper kisses along your neck

your skirt has ridden up now, exposing your thighs and slightly damp panties as chris’ fingers dance across your clothed pussy

“i bet you need my fingers. need them buried deep inside of that tight pussy of yours.” he chuckles deeply, watching the way you swallow thickly and nod your head

his fingers skin over the inside of your thigh before he’s snapping the elastic of your panties against your skin. the action making you yelp softly

“say please.” he nearly scolds, holding your jaw between his fingers and running his thumb of your lips

“if you want daddy’s help, you can’t be rude, baby girl.” he reminds you with a faint smirk

“please, d-daddy.” you croak out, throat dry from excitement before his fingers run under your panties and through the hair that covers your mound; finding your clit

he hums contently when he finds how wet you are for him, running his fingers through your folds teasingly

“have you been thinkin’ of me, sweetheart? thinkin’ of ways daddy could make you feel so good?” he cooes, index finger prodding at your aching entrance

“it’s a good thing you’ve been such a good girl, princess. or else daddy wouldn’t give you what you want.” he winks, sliding two fingers into you, stretching you out as you choke out a moan

your fingers are digging into his shoulders and biceps, wrinkling his once neatly smoothed and tucked dress shirt as he slowly fingers you right on top of his desk

“shh, princess. you gotta be quiet for daddy.” he coaxes you, palm bumping your clit gently and it makes shocks of electricity run through your veins

“wanna suck on daddy’s thumb to keep quiet, princess?” he asks, mocking your pout, but not in a mean way; a sympathetic way

you don’t even have to answer before you’re opening your mouth for his thumb, tongue lapping around it, lips puckered, and teeth sinking into it when his fingers graze that sweet spot inside of you

“you’re bein’ so good for daddy, can feel how wet and tight you are.” he whispers, curling his fingers inside of you which makes your eyes roll back

“you wanna cum on daddy’s fingers, princess? show him how good he’s makin’ you feel?” he asks, waiting for the way you nod your head and pant breathlessly

you feel the coil starting to slowly undo, tightness building before snapping suddenly

“that’s a good girl, cumming all over my fingers with daddy’s thumb stuffed in your mouth.” he nearly growls, feeling your walls nearly push his fingers out of your pussy from the force of your orgasm

your head is spinning, jaw slack as his thumb leaves your mouth with a thin trail of saliva before you open your eyes again

he’s kissing you gently before tapping his soaked fingers against your lips

“you gotta clean up daddy now.” he smirks, watching as you do so, humming around his digits

“good girl, you did so good. daddy’s so proud of you.” he praises, kissing your nose and cheeks which makes you giggle

“how about you stay after class tonight so daddy can teach you a few things, how’s that sound princess?”

oh you best believe i’m staying after class professor christopher evans skfkskdksksk

Subspace Kitten

Note: I was struck by motivation. Bucky? subspace? aftercare? lay back and enjoy. 18+, no exceptions. feedback is and always will be appreciated!! .c

Bucky was furious. He slammed the front door to your shared apartment, not giving a shit that it was late at night and the neighbors were sleeping, and locked it. He faced the door as you anxiously stood behind him a few feet away, anticipating what was to come. 

His shoulders were tense and you could practically see his rage in his stature alone, he didn’t have to confess he was angry beyond he’s ever been. It wasn’t entirely your fault, but most of the blame was on you. You disobeyed one of his rules. And daddy doesn’t like it when his kitten disobeys his rules.

You knew that but he’s the one who ignored you all night when you just wanted his attention. He’s been on a total of twenty missions, short and long, in one month. The days grew dreary and the nights left you lonely, aching for him. All you wanted was to leave Tony’s party early and get back home so you could have him to yourself. 

The longer he made you wait, the more antsy and impatient you became. Your attitude shown through and you made one too many snarky comments during one of his conversations. It didn’t embarrass him, it wasn’t too big of a deal and the people he spoke to didn’t pay any attention, but Bucky knew…this was just the beginning of one of your bratty episodes, and he was sure to put a stop to it.

“I want you naked and waiting for me on the bed. Understood?” He ordered, his voice low and eerily calm, still facing the door. You swallowed nervously but couldn’t ignore the shiver that ran down your spine. You figured you didn’t speak soon enough because within mere seconds, Bucky turned around and stalked towards you, his metal hand squeezing your neck.

You gasped and tried to hide the smile your lips nearly displayed. “Understood?” He spoke firmly, his eyes staring into yours, the twinkle in them just begging you to disobey him one more time tonight. You nodded and gulped. “Understood, Daddy.” You whimpered, sighing when he released your neck.

Bucky stayed behind as you left to go to your bedroom, stripping along your way, dropping your clothes in a trail to let him know you’re following his instructions. You climbed on top of the bed and sat on your knees with your hands joined together on your lap. 

The anticipation was excruciating. Bucky knew that making you wait only furthered your arousal, hence making you beg for him - which he loves. He never had power or control over things, not even himself, and when you two met when you were recruited, things fell into place. From friends to lovers, to dom and sub. He had power and control over you and you drank it in with an angelic smile and devilish eyes.

He’s always gentle, except when you disobey. You trust him and he trusts you. You enjoy it when he’s rough just as much as when you two have slow and gentle sex. It’s always passionate, never faltering in it’s fire and desire for one another. 

The sound of heavy boots echoing in the hallway made you look up towards the door. Bucky appeared in the doorway and stopped there, his broad, tall body completely covering the open space. “Good, you followed orders, finally.” His tone was mocking and a bit smart ass-y. 

You stayed put, twitching in your spot as he started walking closer. As he walked, your eyes trailed along his body and you felt your pussy clench just from thinking of what he was going to do to you.

Bucky stood in front of you, his eyes on yours. The height difference resulted in his crotch being a little closer to your face. His flesh hand reached out to hold onto your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin. Before you had the chance to nuzzle into his tough and enjoy it, he slid his hand to the back of your head, gripping tightly onto your hair.

He roughly pulled your face forward so you were eye level with the large bulge in his pants. You licked your lips subconsciously and Bucky chuckled deeply above you. “Aw, kitten…” He cooed, jerking your head back, making you look up at him. You whimpered at the sting on your scalp. His grip was harsh.

“Good girls get rewarded, kitten. You disobeyed Daddy, so you get punished. That seems fair, huh?” He asked with raised eyebrows, his bright smile making your stomach flip with nervousness. You nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, your thighs squeezing together. Bucky’s eyes dropped to your lap for only a second before meeting yours again. 

His hand left your hair but you stayed still. He reached for his belt and unbuckled it, he metal clinking together like music to your ears. You watched patiently, the idea that he was going to fuck your mouth made you wet. But he had different plans. “Turn around. On your knees.” He ordered, holding the belt in his hand.

You followed his orders and shakily moved onto your knees, your fingers digging into the comforter as your feet dangled off the side of the bed. Bucky hummed and suddenly you felt the stinging pain of the belt whipping your ass. “Stay quiet.” He said as he heard you gasp, a loud whine begging to escape. 

You exhaled, your chest fluttering as you fought the urge to make a noise. “Count.” He said, pulling the belt back once more. You counted as he went, your ass burning more and more with each slash of the belt. 

“T-ten!” You choked out, your arms were wobbling as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your ass was throbbing and you knew it’d be bruised tomorrow. He was whipping you harder than he has before, but you deserved it. 

Tears prickled in your eyes and Bucky continued to whip you ten more times. Your ass burned, it hurt, and you were sure you’d pass out from feeling so lightheaded if he kept going. Bucky threw the belt to the side and began undressing, you could hear his clothes shuffling behind you.

When he was done, he sat beside you and pulled you over his lap, rubbing his hand over your swollen and aching ass cheeks. “Good girl,” he cooed, but he wasn’t finished with you, you knew that. Bucky grabbed a fist full of your hair again and you felt his flesh fingers rubbing your soaking core between your legs. 

“Fuck, my little Princess is so ready for me. Isn’t she? Too bad she’s been a naughty girl.” Bucky’s voice was rough and low, taunting and dripping with domination. He wanted you to beg for him, he wanted to hear you whine and plead for him to destroy you. You whimpered as your pussy finally felt a little bit of relief. 

You wiggled your hips back and forth, pushing back against Bucky’s hand. “Ah ah, behave.” He jerked your head back and you moaned. “Remember, you’re not allowed to cum. If you do, you’ll regret it.” He growled, his mouth right at your ear. “Yes, Daddy.” You sighed, feeling his fingers rub against your entrance, gathering your wetness.

Bucky’s pinky and ring finger slid into your pussy and you gasped, your pussy clenching around them. “Mm, kitten, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, his eyes drinking in your body lying over his lap. He rubbed his middle finger and index finger over your puckered asshole, slowly entering them inside.

Before you could stretch enough to take his fingers, Bucky started pounding his fingers in and out of your holes at a fast pace, your ass jiggling and his bicep flexing from the force. “Oh, Daddy!” You squealed at the pleasure, thrashing in his lap. 

You wanted to cum so badly, your mind was becoming hazy as his fingers brought you to the edge, only his order made you stay right there, never releasing. “Daddy wants you to beg, kitten.” Bucky said, his hand leaving your hair. Your head fell forward, your breathing labored and your voice lost. 

Bucky slapped your ass and pulled his fingers out of your holes, only to shove them even harder back inside. Your body jolted against his thighs and you whimpered, your mind buzzing with the want to release. “Daddy, let me c-cum, please!” You begged, your eyes squeezing shut. 

A growl fell from his lips and he jerked you up, manhandling you. Your eyes were hooded as you looked at Bucky. H smirked at you, raising an eyebrow, as if he were testing you. He slid three fingers into your pussy this time, the stretch making you gasp. He fingered you hard and fast, while wrapping his metal hand around your neck.

Bucky brought your face close to his, your air cut off just a tad. “Oh Daddy, please, please! I want to cum!” You cried, feeling like you were going to break very soon. Bucky slowed his fingers but kept them deep inside of you, hitting that one delicious spot that made you melt in his hands. 

Your eyes rolled back and his hand squeezed your throat harder. “No.” He said, making your eyes flash open. He nearly came right then and there, you looked so worn out and he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

“But Daddy!” You sobbed, your eyebrows creasing together. Bucky licked a stripe up your cheek, gathering your tears on his tongue. “I said.. no.” He wasn’t letting up and you knew he could make this last all night.

After bringing you to the edge a few times, Bucky grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your pussy, sitting there. You waited for him to enter you but he watched you, waiting to see if you’d disobey by sitting on his thick cock. You knew better, so you waited. 

Your eyes met his and you grabbed his biceps, squeezing. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please. I need you, I need your big cock inside of me. Please, please. Daddyyyy.” You begged like a little girl, your mind started to cloud over. You weren’t sure what was happening but it’s something you’re never felt before.

Bucky moaned and he couldn’t wait any longer. He roughly sat you down on his cock, again not giving you time to adjust. He stood up with you in his arms and grabbed your hips, pulling you off his cock, only to slam you back down repeatedly. 

“You,” thrust “are not” thrust “allowed to” thrust “cum” thrust.

You screamed and your head fell backwards, your mouth hanging open. Your body was shaking from the pain mixed with pleasure. “Fuuuck!” He groaned as he hit deep and hard, your walls squeezing around him in the best way.

Bucky continued to fuck you against him while he stood there. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he slammed you down on his cock over and over, picking up speed every now and then.

“Oh, fuck yes, Daddy! Daddy, yes!” You squealed, your legs shaking around Bucky’s waist. He rest his forehead against yours and he flopped down onto his back on the bed, bending his knees and planted his feet on the mattress. You lied on his chest and he grabbed your ass for leverage, and started thrusting as fast and as hard as he could into your pussy.

You became overwhelmed with the pleasure and held your breath, your pussy throbbing and clenching, squeezing Bucky’s cock so hard he was growling in your ear at how good you felt around him. “You’re such a bad girl. I should just get myself off and punish you for a few days.” He rasped in your ear.

Your mind was elsewhere now, your vision blurry and your mouth pouring words you couldn’t understand, you just knew you wanted to cum now and Bucky wouldn’t let you because you were a bad girl earlier.

Bucky gasped as he felt himself get closer to the edge and slowed his pace, his arms wrapping around your lower back as he thrust inside of you. “Please, please, please…” You begged and cried, shaking in his arms. “I want…I want to cum, Daddy, please, let me cum…” Bucky shuddered beneath you and he growled in pleasure, flipping you over onto your back and pinning you beneath him. 

“You were such a bad little girl, kitten. I don’t think you deserve to cum.” He said with a wicked smile. He stopped and rest his cock inside of you, your pussy full and throbbing. Tears fell from your eyes again and Bucky noticed you didn’t look all there, but he figured you were so ready to cum, you were going to do it anyways.

So he started fucking you again roughly, this time reaching so deep, your back arched off the bed and you screamed, a cry breaking through your mouth and piercing his ears. “Cum, kitten! Fucking cum!” He strained, feeling himself come close to the edge. You did as you were told and came so hard, your mind went blank. 

Bucky continued to fuck you both through your orgasms and you whimpered, begging him to keep going, to let you cum again, to let him forgive you. “I’m a good girl, Daddy. I-I promise, just let me cum. Let me cum. I’m sorry.” Your eyes were searching for his and Bucky was breathing heavily as he looked into your eyes. 

He stopped moving and watched you closely. “Please, Daddy. Please… I’m not gonna disobey again, I..” You were out of breath and pulled Bucky closer, your lips trembling as you cried softly. You looked…younger, innocent, like you were in trouble. You were, but this was different.

Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, struggling with the overwhelming sense of pleasure. Bucky swallowed and wiped your tear stained cheeks. “Hey…hey..” Bucky said softly, his whole demeanor changing. “Kitten, it’s okay. You finished for Daddy, you’re okay.” His rubbed your cheek and you didn’t nuzzle into it like you usually do. 

“Daddy…Daddy..I’m a good girl. I won’t disobey you again. I’m a good girl, right?” You questioned, your mind still cloudy and your mouth repeating itself. Bucky kissed your forehead and realized he fucked you into subspace. It’s never happened before and he wasn’t sure what to do. 

“Baby, I’m Bucky now. You’re my precious, sweet little Y/N. I’m not mad at you.” He kissed your neck, your collarbones, moving up to your cheeks. You hummed and closed your eyes. “Daddy, I’m a good girl.” Bucky nodded and rubbed your sides. “You are a good girl. I need you to come back to me, alright?” He ordered gently, his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

He knew he was being rough but he didn’t know he was being that rough. He knew you felt good and he had your consent, he was just worried you wouldn’t come back down from this ecstasy high in subspace. 

Bucky ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your lips, feeling you react lazily. You pouted and whined, your chest heaving. “But I’m right here, Daddy.” You looked at him curiously. He smiled uneasily. “Y/N, come back to me. please. Come on…” He urged, his hands gentle on your skin. 

He pulled his softened cock out of you and you whined, missing the feeling of being full. Bucky sat you up and kissed your forehead. He grabbed the water bottle you left on the bedside table earlier that day and pulled your chin, opening your mouth. “Drink this, baby..” You nodded and did as he said, not realizing how thirsty you really were.

“Better?” He asked, smiling at you. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” You pouted, still in subspace, which frightened Bucky. “Doll, I’m Bucky now. Come on, you need to lie down, okay?” You nodded your head and pushed your bottom lip out. “Cuddle me, Daddy. Cuddle.” You made grabby hands at Bucky and he sat up against the headboard, pulling the blankets around you both after you sat in his lap.

Bucky rubbed your back as you rest your head on his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck. “You’re such a good girl, you know that? I love you so much.” He whispered, playing with your hair. You hummed in appreciation, too drained to reply. 

You felt yourself slowly coming down and sighed contently, opening your eyes. Bucky’s soft touches and soothing voice made you aware of what was going on now. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered, lifting up to kiss his cheek. Bucky looked at you in surprise and held your cheeks in his hands, looking into your eyes. 

“Y/N.. You such a good job.” He praised you, pulling you in for a kiss. You smiled against his lips, moving closer to him. “That was good, really good.” You sighed, biting his bottom lip. Bucky chuckled and hugged you close. “Sorry if I was too rough. Thought I lost you for good for a moment.” He looked down at you with a worried smile. 

You realized what must’ve happened. “I’ve never felt like that before.” You said, trailing your hand along his chest. Bucky wanted to explore it a bit more, he was afraid to admit it excited him, fucking you into subspace. But he knew tonight, you both had enough. 

“Let’s get some rest, Doll.” You both got into a spooning position, holding each other close, falling into a peaceful sleep.

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Chapter 12: King & LionHeart

And… This is it! The last chapter! I can’t believe we finally reached the end of this story! I’m so sad to see this end but I’m happy to finally end this lovely story :) This isn’t the last of Renee, Bucky and the kid’s I have a few other WIP’S and of course new ideas always buzzing everywhere! 

Thank you to everyone who has read, reblogged, and shown this story love. Your support and love has meant the world to me so thank you so much for showing me so much support and love.

Special shoutout to @whimsicalrogers for making my amazing divider give her edits a look! she makes amazing edits, my icon and my phone lock screen are all her lovely edits!

Warnings: None, Fluffy teeth rotting goodness. Daddy Bucky! 

Parings: Renee X Bucky 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6,

Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

Lionheart

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Renee & Bucky Masterlist

Two Years Later 

“I will marry you someday Sarkar!” Winter announces proudly as he shyly practices in his bedroom. Bucky chuckles watching him.

“I know I’m only five and your 7 but I want to marry you, Sarkar!” Bucky watches his little boys face.

“Pick her some flowers when you do this Sarkar loves flowers.” Winter freezes his cheeks red as he stares at Bucky. Winter grabs his pillow and hides his face in it.

“You weren’t supposed to see that daddy!” Bucky smiles as he steps inside the room.

“Hey, you like Sarkar you go for it! We Barnes men we don’t let our gals slip away from us.” Winter giggles as a little mess of curly dark locks stumble into the room.

Lees verder

x.

PREACH 👏

will never forgive mclaren for fucking up oscar's first win. no celebration on the radio from him, just an apology. no champagne shower on him on the podium from his teammate. he bent down to protect his trophy cause he thought he was gonna be sprayed. HE BENT DOWN TO PROTECT HIS TROPHY CAUSE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA BE SPRAYED. the british media and ln4 stans jumping on him after the race too... yeah this is why im a hater 🙏 oscar jack piastri you deserve the world and anyone who doesnt think so can rot xx

Can't check out - Lewis Hamilton NSFW

request: "yn and Lewis are secretly dating and yn works in Mercedes, they have an argument and after work yn doesn’t go to his room to sleep, but goes to hers, and Lewis gets even madder and goes to her room, and then you know what happens" - anon

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: unprotected sexual activities, angry sex

Wrap it before you tap it.

wordcount: +4k

a/n: I've had this one half written for a bit but couldn't quite get the switch right, the past two gp's were perfect for it though. Hope you like lovely.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT

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The door to the engineering room slid open with a soft hiss, and Lewis stepped inside, still carrying the frustration from the debrief. His hand firmly grasped on his phone as his eyes searched the dimly lit space.

Rows of desks and computer screens cast a pale glow over the one engineer still hunched over her workstation—Y/n, her eyes glued to the screen in front of her, fingers dancing over the keyboard.

“Y/n,” Lewis called, his voice low, almost casual, as he approached her station.

She didn’t look up, her focus entirely on the screen. Her jaw was set, brows furrowed in concentration.

Anyone could see the stress in the tightness of her shoulders, the way her fingers moved like they had something to prove.

“Y/n,” he said again, this time with more insistence as he stopped by her desk. “You’ve been here all night. Come with me. Let’s grab something to eat.”

“Can’t, Lewis” she muttered, still not sparing him a glance. “I’m in the middle of something”

Lewis sighed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He wasn’t in the mood for this, not after the nightmare of Baku and now Singapore. The car still nowhere near where it needed to be.

He could tell she was taking it personally, that the car’s performance was something she couldn’t separate from her own self-worth, but it was eating her alive.

“You’ve been staring at that screen for hours” he said, his voice softening just a fraction. “Come on, take a break. You’ll think better after some food.”

Finally, Y/n looked up, and her eyes were burning with irritation. “You think this is about ‘taking a break’? Really?” Her voice sharper than he expected.

He frowned, caught off guard. “I’m just saying—”

“I know what you’re saying,” she cut him off, standing up and folding her arms across her chest. “You think it’ll be fine if I take break because you’re just fine coasting through this weekend. But I can’t afford to do that, Lewis.”

“Coasting?” His tone hardened, the frustration he’d been pushing down starting to come up. “You think I’m coasting through this?”

She stepped closer, eyes flashing as she met his gaze. “Aren’t you? I heard what you said in that interview today. You’ve already given up on this weekend. Hell, you’ve probably already given up on this team.”

His jaw clenched. “Y/n”

“I know you’ve got your perfect seat at Ferrari next year,” she snapped, her voice rising, “but I need this job to work for me, Lewis. I can’t just check out.”

Lewis’s face hardened, the weight of her words settling heavily between them. She’d always been the one to back him up, to understand when things were tough.

“You really think that’s what I’m doing?” His voice was quieter now, but there was a simmering anger underneath it. “You think I’m just here, going through the motions, like none of this matters to me?”

Y/n’s expression didn’t waver. “You’re not the one whose career is tied to this car’s performance.”

Lewis stepped back, running a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. “You think I don’t care about the car? About this team?” His voice was tight, but controlled. “You’ve no idea how much pressure I’m under. But sure, keep assuming I’m checked out because I’m not losing my mind over it.”

She didn’t answer, the tension between them suffocating.

“I’ll be at the hotel,” he finally said, voice flat. “I’ll wait for you, if you decide to actually talk instead of throw knives.”

Y/n stood there, staring at the door long after he’d gone, her heart racing, frustration still boiling under her skin.

She hated that he’d gotten to her, but she hated even more that she knew she had messed up.

The soft ping of her phone snapped her out of her trance. Yet another message from Lewis.

Where are you?

It was nearly 2 a.m., and Y/n was now in her own hotel room, but still working.

Her eyes burned from hours of staring at data, her body aching from the tension she carried in her shoulders. She knew she should have stopped hours ago, that the night races in Singapore didn’t excuse her pushing herself this far, but she couldn’t help it.

The car was nowhere, and every setup she ran through still led them in circles.

She ignored the message, her fingers pressing harder into the keyboard, trying to drown out the gnawing frustration.

There were moments where she could forget that outside these numbers, setups, and telemetry, there was more—her life, her relationship with Lewis, her sanity. But tonight, wasn’t one of those moments.

His earlier words still lingered in her mind like a bad taste.

"Coasting through the weekend," she muttered bitterly to herself.

Another ping. She looked at her phone for a second and then shoved it back into her pocket. She wasn’t ready to talk to him. Not that night, at least.

Time passed in a blur, the numbers on her screen blending together until her concentration wavered, exhaustion settling in.

2:45 a.m. A knock at the door.

Her heart sank. She knew exactly who it was.

Y/n slowly walked to the door and opened it, revealing a very irritated and slightly disheveled Lewis.

He was dressed in his sweats, his face drawn with concern and annoyance. His eyes scanned her face, clearly taking in her exhaustion.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice flat.

Lewis crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. “You didn’t answer my texts.”

“Busy. What do you want?”

He stepped closer; the frustration evident in his posture. “You’re busy? It’s almost three in the morning, Y/n.”

She shrugged, keeping her voice cold. “I don’t have the luxury of clocking out when things don’t go well.”

Lewis’s eyes narrowed. “Not this again, Y/n”

Y/n crossed her arms, mirroring his stance. “I think you don’t get it, Lewis. You’re already halfway out the door. Ferrari’s waiting for you, and you’re just counting the days. I’m the one who’s stuck here trying to figure out how to make this work.”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You really think I don’t care about what’s happening?”

“I think you’re putting your feelings ahead of everything else,” she shot back, the words laced with bitterness. “I’m out there trying to make something of this car, and you—” She gestured at him, frustrated by his calm demeanor. “You’re here playing the ‘it’ll be fine’ card. It’s not fine, Lewis. It’s a disaster.”

Lewis’s gaze darkened, his voice steady but firm. “I never said it was fine.”

“Might as well have,” she retorted. “You think I don’t see it? The way you’re handling things, pretending it doesn’t affect you, when deep down, you’ve already checked out.”

His expression shifted, the cool, nonchalant mask cracking just slightly. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, don’t I?” Y/n scoffed, feeling the anger bubble up inside her. She wanted to hurt him the way she was hurting.

“What happened to the guy who fought for every inch on track, the one who wouldn’t rest until everything was perfect? Now you’re here, telling me to relax, to take it easy. It’s bullshit, Lewis.”

Lewis stared at her, his silence only fueling her frustration. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a mocking tone.

“Where’s the cutthroat guy who would have had me pinned to the wall by now? Instead, I’ve got this—” she waved her hand at him dismissively, “mushy, emotional guy in front of me, trying to make me ‘feel better’.”

Something shifted in Lewis’s eyes, and for a moment, she regretted saying it. His gaze hardened, his jaw clenched, and the tension in the air changed.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he said, his voice low. He was danger.

But Y/n wasn’t backing down now. She wanted to push him, to make him snap, to break through that controlled, calm mark. “Oh, I absolutely do” she shot back, her chin tilting up defiantly.

Lewis’s eyes flickered with something possessive, and in an instant, he closed the distance between them.

His hand shot out, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her flush against him. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers dug into her skin, his grip firm and unmistakably dominant.

“You think you want that?” he murmured; his breath hot against her ear. “You think you want the guy who doesn’t give a damn? Be careful what you wish for.”

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest, her body reacting to the sudden intensity between them, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her back down.

“Show me” she whispered, her voice steady, though her pulse raced. “Show me you still give a damn.”

And that was all it took.

The last thread of Lewis’s restraint snapped, and before she could even blink, he had her pinned against the narrow table in the small entryway to her bedroom, his hands gripping her wrists, his body pressing into hers with a force that left no room for doubt.

His breath was hot against her neck. His body pressed her into the hard surface, and Y/n could feel the tension in every inch of him—the controlled anger, the dominance she’d just provoked, and the raw desire that lay beneath it all.

She felt the dominance it in the way his hands moved—fast, precise, as if he’d already decided she wasn’t ever in control.

His grip on her wrists loosened for just a second before his hands slid down her body, one hand slipping under the hem of her shirt, fingers grazing the soft skin of her stomach.

His touch was rough but deliberate, and she gasped at the sensation, already anticipating what was coming next.

Lewis’s other hand hooked around her waist, pulling her hips back into him, his body pinning her even harder against the table. “You want this?” he murmured into her ear, his lips brushing the shell of it “You want me to stop being soft?”

She barely had a second to catch her breath before his hand slipped lower, under the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

His fingers found their way instantly, brushing over her clit in a way that made her hips buck against him involuntarily.

“Lewis—” She started to say something, but he cut her off.

“Don’t even think about it” he growled, his fingers working with slow, maddening precision. “You don’t get to talk. Not now.”

Her breath hitched as he continued to tease her, the pressure of his fingers circling her clit increasing just enough to drive her crazy, but not enough to push her over the edge.

He was keeping her on a leash, and it was driving her insane.

“You think I don’t give a damn?” Lewis’s voice was rough, a contrast to the torturously slow rhythm of his fingers. “Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to remind you?”

Her legs trembled as he worked her over, her body arching into him despite the way he had her pinned to the table.

She was already close, too close, and she knew it. She could feel the tension building inside her, the heat pooling in her stomach, the familiar rush of pleasure that came before she—

But just as she just about reached the edge, he pulled back, his fingers leaving her completely.

Y/n gasped in frustration, her body shaking from the sudden denial. “Lewis!” Her voice cracked, but he wasn’t having it.

“You don’t get to come yet” he said, his voice firm, unrelenting.

She was panting, her body already strung so tight it hurt, but before she could protest, Lewis flipped her around, pressing her back into the wall.

His eyes were dark, his expression hard as he lifted her to place her effortlessly onto the edge of the small desk.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively and his hands found her hips, holding her in place as he leaned in, his lips crashing into hers. The kiss was rough, all teeth, his frustration matching hers as their bodies clashed against each other.

But he was still in control, and Y/n knew it. She could feel it in the way he held her, the way his hands moved as if he knew exactly how close he was driving her, how close he was to breaking her down.

He pulled back from the kiss, his breath heavy against her lips. “You don’t get to have it easy” he murmured. “Not after all the shit you said.”

His lips were on her neck then, trailing rough kisses down to her collarbone, his hands sliding under her shirt to cup her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, the sensation sending another jolt of heat and Y/n’s head fell back against the wall, her lips parting in a shaky moan.

And Lewis wasn’t even close to being done with the torture.

His mouth moved lower, kissing his way down her stomach until he was on his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide for him. He pulled her pajama bottoms down, discarding them somewhere behind him before his lips found the inside of her thigh, biting down gently on the sensitive skin.

Y/n’s body jerked in response, the anticipation nearly killing her as his lips moved higher, closer to where she needed him

“Please, Lew” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he parted her with his fingers, his mouth finally descending on her clit.

The sensation was electric, his tongue circling her slowly. Y/n’s hips kept on buckling involuntarily, her fingers tangling in his shirt as she moaned, unable to hold back the sound.

Lewis took his time, licking and sucking in a way that drove her to the edge all over again.

She felt it building, her body shaking as she neared the point of no return, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

And just when she thought she was about to fall over the edge, he stopped, again.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her hands tugging at the wood in frustration, but he didn’t relent.

“Not yet” was all he said, his voice hoarse as he looked up at her, his lips glistening.

She was a trembling mess, her body desperate for release, but Lewis wasn’t giving it to her. He stood up, towering over her as she panted, her chest heaving from the intensity of it all.

“Bed” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Y/n stumbled off the desk, her legs shaky as she moved without questioning toward the bed, Lewis right behind her.

He grabbed her waist, pushing her down onto the mattress, his body covering hers as he kissed her again, rough and demanding.

His fingers slid between her legs once more, finding her dripping, and he smirked against her lips. “You think you can take one more?” he asked, his voice mocking as he teased her, his fingers sliding inside her just enough to make her hips jerk.

“I can’t” she gasped, her body completely overwhelmed.

“Too bad” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “You don’t get to say when this is over.”

His fingers worked her over once more, slow and purposeful, pushing her to the brink for the third time.

Her body was shaking, every nerve on fire as she begged him, her words slurring in a desperate plea.

“Lewis. Please, I need—”

Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he let her go.

Y/n’s orgasm hit her in waves, her body convulsing as she cried out, her nails digging into his back as she came hard, trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

He didn’t stop though, his fingers still working her as she rode out the intense release, her vision going white from the force of it.

And when it was over, when her body had finally stopped shaking, she was a wreck, panting and boneless beneath him.

Lewis leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. “You still want more?” he asked, his voice dark and teasing.

Y/n was barely coherent, her mind fogged with pleasure, but she managed a weak smirk and chuckle.

Lewis growled low in his throat, flipping her onto her stomach. “Of course, you do.”

Lewis didn’t waste a second, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her up onto her knees.

Y/n’s face was pressed into the mattress, her breath still ragged, but she managed to turn her head slightly, catching a glimpse of him behind her, his chest heaving.

“Arch your back, love” he commanded, a low rumble.

Her body, still trembling, responded instinctively. She pushed her hips up, her back arching as she spread her knees wider.

She could feel the cool air on her slick skin, and her body ached with the need to be filled, to have him finally inside her.

But Lewis wasn’t in any rush.

His hands caressed her ass, rough palms running over the soft skin as he admired the way she trembled beneath him. She felt the unmistakable teasing of him collecting her juice with the tip of his dick.

Then, without warning, he brought his hand down sharply against her ass, the loud smack echoing in the room.

The sting was immediate. Y/n gasped, her body jolting forward as her muscles clenched in response.

Lewis chuckled darkly, leaning over her, his chest pressing into her back. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.

Y/n moaned, her fingers curling into the sheets as she tried to steady herself. “Fuck you” she breathed out, though the defiance was weak, barely a whisper.

Lewis laughed again, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he positioned himself behind her. “Oh, you will.”

And then, without another word, he thrust into her, filling her completely at once.

Y/n let out a loud cry, her body arching even more at the sudden invasion.

He was deep, too deep, and for a moment, all she could do was gasp for air, her hands gripping the sheets as he stayed still.

“Fuck,” Lewis groaned, his voice strained as he gripped her hips harder, his fingers digging into her skin. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Y/n couldn’t form words, couldn’t even think straight as her body struggled to accommodate the overwhelming fullness.

But then he started to move, pulling out just enough before slamming back into her, setting a brutal pace that left her not only wordless but breathless.

With each thrust the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Y/n’s moans mixed with his grunts, her body rocking forward with the movements of his hips.

Lewis was relentless, pounding into her with a force that left her dizzy. His hands moved up her back, fingers tangling in her shirt as he pulled her head back, forcing her to arch even more.

Her face was buried in the pillow, muffling her moans, but Lewis wasn’t having that.

“Let me hear you,” he growled, his hand tightening as he yanked her head back, exposing her neck. “I want to hear every fucking sound you make.”

Y/n cried out, her voice raw as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her entire body shake.

Her walls clenched around him involuntarily, the intensity of it all too much, but she couldn’t stop it. Every thrust got her closer to the edge, and she could feel it building again.

When she was almost seeing starts and her walls kept on clenching around him, he pulled out of her, leaving her trembling and empty.

Y/n let out a whimper of protest, her body aching for him to fill her again.

“Turn over,” he ordered, his voice firm, commanding.

Y/n, barely able to move, managed to roll onto her side, her body weak and shaking from the force of it all. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Lewis didn’t waste time. He grabbed her leg, pulling it up over his arms as he positioned himself between her half-closed thighs.

His eyes locked onto hers, the intensity in his gaze making her stomach flip.

“You still think I don’t give a damn?” he asked, his voice rough, almost taunting as he pushed into her again, filling her completely.

Y/n’s head fell back against the pillow, a loud moan escaping her lips as he thrust into her at a new angle, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her breath hitch.

His hands held on to her ankle, and the way he was angled was driving her crazy, his hips slamming into her ass with an unrelenting force.

“Lewis—fuck—” she gasped, her hands clawing at his arms as he leaned over her, pressing his body into her side as he fucked her hard, each thrust pushing her closer to the brink.

Her moans were uncontrollable now, her body completely at his mercy as he pounded into her. She could feel the tension building again, the heat coiling in her stomach, but this time, she knew he wasn’t going to stop.

He wasn’t going to deny her. Not again.

Lewis’s eyes were locked on her face, watching every twitch, every moan, every breathless gasp as he took her apart. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice strained with exertion.

She couldn’t respond, her mind too fogged with pleasure, her body too overwhelmed. But her hands reached up, grabbing onto his neck, pulling him down to kiss her.

It was messy, but it didn’t matter. They were both too far gone to care.

Lewis groaned into her mouth, his thrusts becoming more erratic, harder, as if he was losing control. Y/n’s nails dug into his skin, her body trembling as she felt herself teetering on the edge.

“I’m so close,” she gasped against his lips, her voice barely coherent.

“I know, love” Lewis growled, his breath hot against her mouth. “Come for me. I want to feel you.”

With one final thrust, she spiraled, her body convulsing under him as her orgasm ripped through her, more intense than the ones before.

Y/n’s body arched off the bed towards his chest, her hands gripping his shoulders as she cried out, her walls clenching around him.

Lewis couldn’t keep himself for far too long. The way she tightened around him pushed him over the brink, and with a deep, guttural moan, he only had time to pull out, spilling himself over her ass, his body shaking with the force of his release.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies spent and trembling, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Lewis then collapsed beside her, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Y/n lay there, completely wrecked, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her only movement was her hand stroking his arm, her mind too fogged with him to think straight.

But then Lewis’s hand was on her cheek, gently caressing her skin, and she turned her head to look at him.

His expression had softened, the intensity of before replaced with something tender, affectionate.

“Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her lips. “I’ll take care of you.”

Y/n’s heart swelled at the softness in his voice, and she nodded, too tired to speak.

She watched as Lewis got up, disappearing into the bathroom before returning with a towel. He cleaned her up carefully, his touch gentle, his gaze focused solely on her.

When he was done, he tossed the towel aside and climbed back into bed, pulling her into his arms.

Lewis gently stroked her cheek as she lay against him, her breathing still uneven, though now from exhaustion rather than anything else.

His thumb brushed over her lips, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead softly, letting out a deep, contented sigh.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, his voice tender.

Y/n nodded, her body limp as she sank into the comfort of his chest. "Just tired."

A small smile tugged at his lips. "You sure you don’t want to sleep?" His hand ran soothingly over her arm, drawing lazy patterns on her skin as he held her closer.

She shook her head lightly. "Not yet. My mind’s still buzzing." Her voice was soft, a little hoarse, but she didn’t regret a second of it.

Lewis chuckled, the sound low and comforting. "Well, let’s calm that buzzing down." He reached for the phone by the bedside, quickly ordering pasta for the both of them. "Have you eaten at all?"

Y/n smiled faintly; her eyes half-closed. "So now you care?"

Lewis arched an eyebrow, lifting her chin so her gaze met his. "Always did, babe." His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, his gaze soft but serious. "I know it’s been tough, and I know I’ve been a prick sometimes… but I do care. About you. About your career. All Mercedes."

Her lips curved into a small smile, her exhaustion making her emotions raw. "I know. I’m sorry for what I said"

"I meant what I said earlier—you’ve gotta find to take care of yourself. It’s not all on your shoulders." he pushed, brushing his thumb across her face.

She closed her eyes, her body relaxing into his touch. "Yeah, maybe you’re right."

He laughed softly. "I’m always right." He kissed the top of her head. "And if it takes rough sex to get you out of your own head… well, I’m happy to help."

Y/n snorted; her face buried in his chest. "Really, Lewis? Really?"

“I care about you, okay?” he said quietly, almost hesitant, as if the vulnerability was something new.

Y/n nodded against his chest, her eyes already closing as the exhaustion overtook her. She was too tired to speak, but she knew. Deep down, she had always known.

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Chris just wants you to get comfy on his lap

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨:  Chris Evans/Fem Reader

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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut,  no plot, 18+, slight daddy kink (very brief), vaginal sex, riding, Chris Evans 

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Steam from the hot shower clings to the air as you turn off the faucet. Stepping through the hazy mist, you grab the fluffy white towel hanging on the rack, briskly drying off before wrapping it around your body. Wiping off the mirror with the palm of your hand, you tilt your head at your reflection, softly smiling when you hear the muffled sounds of the tv coming from the bedroom, Chris loudly cheering.

Looking around the wide marble sink, you shuffle through your beauty products, everything in place except the one thing you need. The wispy clouds of steam fading as you search around the bathroom, you don’t see it anywhere. 

“Chris”, you call out, opening the door, hints of lavender and vanilla floating in, courtesy of the candles you lit earlier. 

The light from the tall, curved lamp on the nightstand casting a yellow glow over Chris. He’s sprawled on the bed, the thin blue cotton sheet over his lower half, the remote resting on his bare tattooed chest. His hand tucked behind his head, under the pillow. The game playing on the tv mounted on the wall across from the bed, he shifts the volume down to a low hum when he hears you. 

 He turns his head, a grin splitting his face, his blue eyes gawking at your towel-clad body. “Yeah”, he asks, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you tug the towel tighter around you. “Stop it”, you huff. “Have you seen my lotion?”. 

He shrugs one broad shoulder before reaching beside him pulling out the bottle, “This one”, he asks innocently, too innocently, his wicked eyes betraying him, rolling it in his large hand before holding it out to you. 

You narrow your eyes at him, his cheeky grin warning you of his intentions. “Just toss it, Chris”. 

Placing a hand on his chest, he manages to seem affronted, “And risk breaking it, spilling it everywhere” He shakes his head, “never”. 

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